When you chew out your father for feeding your daughter dinner . . . you know you're not ok.

I am struggling and stressing and messing up as I try to figure out arrangements for child care while I work from home.

Fortunately, my dad is a very patient, gracious person, and when I apologized to him later he acknowledged that I'm just trying to do the best I can and that I am indeed doing a good job.

Bless his heart.

My current road in life is bumpy.
And curvy.
And slippery.

I'm thankful for rest areas along the way.

And I'm hopeful that the next road will be a bit smoother.
For whenever I get there.